We drove down to the valley to run some errands and go to our town’s high school basketball tournament playoffs. (They were in the running for 1st place.) We dropped by our doctor’s office (it’s an HMO) to learn what the results were of Rex’s PSA test that was done on Feb. 13th. To our surprise, our doctor was in and could see us. How’s that for a ‘gift’ from heaven? Dr. R… told Rex that his PSA result was pretty good. (Two years ago, his score was almost 7.00 and he had a biopsy done.) Today, it was 5.0. (Normal is about 3.0.) Rex told him he thought it was due to taking Essiac Tea.
My pH level was 6.5. Not bad. What could he tell me about that result? It turns out that medical doctors do take them but don’t have any knowledge about the advocacy of acid/alkaline levels pointing to cancer/health.
Next, I asked my doctor if he could give an educated guess as to if I was estrogen-receptor-positive or negative. He said there wasn’t any way to know that until I was operated on.
I asked him if he knew of anything I could do pro-actively now before the operation to help get maximum results. He smiled and said that he knew that subject would come up and promised to search and get info to me on Monday.
It was a comfort to be assured of his expressed interest and willingness to help.
At the basketball game, Rex and I sat in bleachers surrounded mostly by people we didn’t know. As I watched the game, an inner battle was raging. I was frustrated that in all that I’d read and heard so far, conventional medicine’s approach to cancer did not give the diagnosed person anything particularly pro-active to do in the way of actual healing. (Generally speaking, their advice is ‘keep your appetite up and keep up a good attitude.’) The feeling of being alone in a crowd of people came over me. I was now one of an exclusive ‘club’ – cancer’s newest victim. I felt isolated somehow and I marveled at how often I had sat on other occasions at similar games and events and been innocently ignorant of my fellow human beings having major diseases! My empathy for those others now that surely must be in the crowd around me surfaced and my heart was filled with prayer for all of us.
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